Expats sometimes shower their help with almost condescending praise for being reliable, honest, polite and some such. Our indispensable man Félix, the central character in many of my blog posts, is much more than that. He's a wiz; a singular person in Mexico or anywhere else.During the ten years he's worked for us, we've encountered …
Author: Alfredo Lanier
My husband and I live on an off-the-grid ranch outside San Miguel, along with the challenging but dear company of four off-the-street dogs and three cats. My interests lie in politics, writing, photography and sundry forms of spirituality.
To live and be buried in San Miguel
Expats who have vowed never to leave San Miguel get that final wish by being buried in a special corner of the Municipal Pantheon known colloquially as the "Gringo Section."It's a lovely spot, manicured and carefully laid out, that would not be out of place in any small all-American town. It's also walled and gated …
When Mother Nature knocks at the door
Unless you slept through junior high school science class, you'll remember that light travels much, much faster than sound, as in 670,616,227 m.p.h. versus 767 m.p.h.That's why during a thunderstorm you usually see the lightning first, but not hear the accompanying thunder until several seconds later. Or if lightning struck far enough away, you might …
When is it time to leave San Miguel?
When we arrived in Hendersonville, North Carolina, a few weeks ago, to visit some friends who used to live in San Miguel, what immediately struck Stew and me was the sight of so many trees: Stately evergreens keeping such close company with oaks, maples, cypresses and other varieties that, beyond 15 or 20 feet, the …
The brief and tragic life of a dog named Blackie
We didn't adopt Blackie as much as he adopted us. He showed up at our ranch one day about three weeks ago, somehow managing to get under or over the fence, and determined to make himself at home. I first I objected, I thought strenuously, to both Stew and Félix, saying that we couldn't adopt a …
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The new HEB? Curb your enthusiasm
Expats in San Miguel, for the most part, don't have terribly complicated or consequential agendas. Few of us oldsters are working on a cure for cancer, cracking the mysteries of nuclear fusion, or training for the next moon launch.So it doesn't take much to get us excited. Take the opening of a new HEB supermarket …
A beautiful morning in the neighborhood
When the garage door slowly clanged open yesterday morning, it gradually revealed a stunning slice of our garden. At this early hour, about eight, the air was bracing, almost cold, and the mountains rising over the horizon still had a hint of the bluish morning fog. On this, the weekend when Mexicans are celebrating the …
Life in the age of conspiracies
Over dinner a few nights ago, Stew, two friends and I, talked—actually gossiped—about another couple of guys we all know. This other couple is very politically conservative and believers in conspiracy theories of all sorts, from jet contrails causing cancer to Neil Armstrong not really having landed on the moon, and, I imagine, the entire …
Constabulary notes from here, there and yon
The rainy summer season is slinking away without the landscape reaching its peak kelly-green hue: We've had only half the amount of rain we normally get. I gauge rainfall by the amount of water collected in our cistern and it's only half-full. No reason to panic though: As I write this, dark clouds hover auspiciously …
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An American suburb in Mexico
Yesterday, growing a bit restless at the ranch despite the spectacular weather, Stew and I drove to Querétaro, to check what the hubbub surrounding the grand opening of an HEB supermarket was all about.And a hubbub it was. HEB's extra large parking lot was packed, and there were at least a dozen cars waiting to …
El Rancho Santa Clara 